• football_girl 23w


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    It's not their falt

    When I see poor children,
    My eyes gets filled up.
    Drop by drop it falls,
    And changes into bog stream

    They pray their parents rather than god,
    Because they know
    Their parents work harder under their land lord

    They know their parents
    They keep their children's dream apart
    To give their children's dream a path
    However it's not their fault

    When they sit together and eat
    It might be not as big as a grand function
    Because they sometimes do not get food to eat

    It's not fault of mine nor yours
    Nor of god
    It's fault of one who commit suicide
    Leaving their children aside